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Feb 2017
A long sleeved red t-shirt
No, sweat shirt
From the boy I snoozed next to only once
We admired each others tattoos
I left after brunch with his friends.

You called me on the phone that night
You sounded so anxiously sad
I clamored and stood tall
By the volunteer table
Held onto skin of my own
As the night crept into the early hours
Of the morning song.

Soon in a few days time
I think it was
Right before the awards are handed out
And everyone is left to feel
A bit cheated, jaded
We sank like a ship
Clad in iron and a tight grip
A coral reef cast its net
Over the telescope
I told myself
To look at you through.

Chasing down a bottle of Smirnoff
I dreamed of her dancing, hair flowing
Away from me
And then gone.

Just a little bit like
The things that have unraveled
And I'll never be one to hold anybodies wings back
Because I've chosen my own.

My fears slide in like
A sleuth covered skeleton
I miss Philadelphia
I miss the simplicity
Even on my best days
It feels like a pock mark
In a sea of noise.

I'm always so quick to respond
Forever on the tip of my toes
I dozed into an oblivion
Warm covered in the sunshine
And got myself out of my obligation tonight
Because there aren't three of me

And sometimes I just wanna quietly simmer
And restore
Alone at home
At night.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   David Ehrgott
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